I wore this out to the bar last night. I met up with my husband and his new band mates (as of now, still unnamed). They were about a twelve pack ahead of me, but all quite jovial. I got a lot of comments on my lack of pants. I figured the slut shorts were rendered neutral by the baggy husband shirt and geeky glasses, but apparently there’s no such thing as neutral butt shorts. No matter how nerdy you look. At first I was actually feeling kind of hot, but as the night wore on I just kind of felt like I wasn’t wearing pants. The jury is still out. I drank my fair share of beers before switching over to my new go to beverage, gin and diet coke with extra lime. It sounds gross, and it probably is gross but the lime really counteracts the diet coke. And I’m a fan of the particular type of drunkenness that gin induces.
I’m wearing a knit hat that my husband bought for me when we were in Dubrovnik, some wonderful red glasses that I got at the thrift store, my husband’s brown plaid shirt, some thrift store Levi’s that I hacked up, and my cowboy boots. My husband told me I looked like a “bumpkin”. We’re going to take that as a term of endearment and move on. These shorts might have to go back on the shelf until another ten pounds comes off, but we’ll see.
ps. isn’t that green awesome? it will be all over my bedroom in the near future.